[The door on R. has been opened quietly and a young woman has entered. She is in outdoor costume and answers to the above description. The gentleman looks steadily at her for a moment.
Margaret.
[Quietly.] Were you asking for me, sir?
Inspector.
Yes, for the purpose of the register of enemy
aliens under the new military regulations. But we've
got all we want, and need trouble you no further.
[Crossing to go.] Good day, Miss Schiller.
Other Officers.
[To Mrs. Schiller.] Good day to you, ma'am!
[The women make no reply. The men go out.
Margaret.
Oh, these English! They number us like cattle
and treat us like dogs!
Mrs. Schiller.
[Drawing curtains, switching up lights.] It's all the
war. We must keep up our hearts and make the
best of it, dear.
Margaret.
[Sitting, removing her hat.] Where's Otto?
Mrs. Schiller.
Gone to the railway station.
